William: Oi sir, what are you doing?Chaucer: Uh... trudging. You know, trudging?[pause]Chaucer: To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on.William: Uhhh... were you robbed?Chaucer: [laughs] Funny really, yes, but at the same time a huge resounding no. It's more of an... involuntary vow of poverty... really.